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New Song 2015
04:38
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Positivity, has made me liar
If Monday I'm burnt, then Sunday was the fire
and I feel like the target as my neurons fire
If Monday is the con, Sunday was the buyer
Dead grass bred by summer night fires
If Monday's the invasion, Sunday's the town crier
and as the tide withdraws the horizon gets higher
If Monday's electric shock, Sunday's a cut wire
Bio-Lizard-Gecko-Lifestyle, Oh-I admire
If Monday's like cancer, Sunday was the lighter
So hard to speak, but my head is a choir
If Monday's are the worst, Sunday was a liar
Well quarter 4 never fails to distress
I hope you stick around, though right now I'm a mess
and if I was a ghost, then you'd be looking for me
Well I'm not scary I'm scared, I guess that's how it will be.
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2. |
Voices Through the Wall
03:07
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I arrive late and I never know what to say
So I say the only thing I know
"I probably should go"
and I stand alone,
The hot air freezes my bones
They don't want me here
I'll leave the party
I'll hear their voices through the walls
I'm so used to listening
I hear their voices through walls
Wander home and ponder,
Why I'm such a bother
Girls are so hard to figure out,
but so are people all together
and everyone else is better,
That house won't weigh less if I walk out
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3. |
I Can See the Sun
03:34
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The floor, that I made in better days, has,
Filled, with the holes of ones let go, and,
All I can do is look down the holes to view
The ones, who I need, they're sadly missed, and now their gone
They're gone
(Chorus)
Great! I can see the sun, I can see the sun, but,
What, it does for me I can hardly see
The sun, will rise, and put its light into my eyes
and illuminate another boring day with no one around, nothing to say
moments, seem so serene as if I'm living in a dream,
and sure enough I become aware, out of the dream to a nightmare
Maybe I'm just stressed,
Or paranoid just like the rest
(Chorus)
I see them go by, old time friends, don't turn an eye
and it's not my fault my mind assures
But I know inside it's me who's turned, them
all around, and turned their heads towards the ground
My floor, could have stayed if I fixed the cracks I made.
It'd be nice to forget,
But they'll just float around my head
(Chorus)
Great! The sun went down to bring its happiness around
and to wake me up in better days which are to come but not to stay.
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4. |
Songbird
04:41
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Birds of a feather flock together,
and a flock of dumb birds smashed our ship
Through the atmosphere at last,
and here come birds to ruin this trip
Through the atmosphere through a hole
It's a whole sphere of radiation
Why do these birds attack what they don't understand?
Cant their brains appreciate the scenes of blue sky, and green grass
That now die for them, as if it were a gas station on a road trip through a small town,
Like a child that destroys hand-me-downs
(Chorus)
I am a songbird that cannot sing
and they're the ones unworthy of wings
It seemed so right
it seemed right
But now its just a really nice rock to look at
They make the same mistake more than once,
Seems they've forgotten what's written in their notes
A whip inflicts no more pain than can be fixed with words
It's the sound that prevents them from hearing other songbirds
Why do these birds attack what they don't understand
Why can't they just share the gold, and share the land
That now dies for them
Like their ancestors moral code that was mistook, misunderstood,
Of course they'd be the ones to preach it as a history book
(Chorus)
I think it's time for me to stop pleading
I think its time for me to be leaving
Intelligence is not what I'm seeing
Barely reading, and falsely believing
There's about as much brains as their are in a sculpture, with about
as much beauty as the Pieta could capture
Less bright than the light of a burning wick
But it makes me feel so sad, it makes me feel so sick
Go!
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5. |
Soft Melody
04:10
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Soft melody,
I'm humming all alone.
Are you out there?
Living without a home
Dark, cold distance
Deep-rooted manifests
These days end, with mundane smog sunsets
Are you dead,
Are you dead or are you living?
Soft melody,
I've written once again
It's true,
You're just synapses in my head
Like a chemical
dissolving, soothing you
Neo-sunrise, is coming into view
You're dead, dead inside of me
You're dead inside of me
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The Cryptid Scranton, Pennsylvania
We are an original, Indie/Alternative band from NEPA.
Nick Montini:
Vocals/Guitar/Synth/Glockenspiel
Ryan Witman: Vocals/Drums/ Glockenspiel
Patrick Cadden: Vocals/Keyboard/ Synth/ Glockenspiel/ Clarinet
Keith Boone: Vocals/Bass/Guitar/ Keyboard/Synth
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